Whipping Girl by L. Jacobs
Chapter 20 – Ally
“You should have waited, I would have showered with you.” A shirtless Alexander says as he walks up behind me in the bathroom. I continue to brush my teeth as I check him out in the mirrors reflection, he’s sweaty and delicious from his workout this morning, every muscled inch of him rippling with his movements and making me practically drool out my toothpaste. He’s perfect.
“You need me, Angel?” He asks with a cocky smirk after he catches my eyes with his own. I smile but look away from him while I spit and rinse, he walks directly behind me and grabs my hips, pulling my butt into his groin but I pull away, sidestepping him to walk toward our bedroom. “Get back here.” He grits out. Shit, I wasn’t trying to make him angry but I should have known he would see that as a rejection.
“I-I’m out of commission.” I blurt out, blushing red to my roots.
“Out of commission?” He loses his scowl but looks completely confused. I sigh, embarrassed to say it out loud but knowing he’ll press me until I tell him.
“I have my period.” I whisper as if someone else will hear.
“Okay...” he draws out, still befuddled. “And you think that I mind blood?”
“You still want to have sex? While I’m on my period?” I ask in surprise, semi disgusted at the thought.
“Of course. Did you actually think that I would keep my hands off of you for four to six days a month?” He chuckles, walking towards me. When he reaches me he pulls at my towel but I keep hold of it, unsure about how I feel about this.
“Alexander... isn’t that kind of messy and disgusting?” I ask hesitantly but allow him to pull the towel away, I keep my legs pressed tightly together when he reaches down to touch me.
“Do you have a tampon in?” He asks after he forces my legs apart, lightly grazing my clit with his knuckles, causing my eyes to close and my breath to quicken at the promise of pleasure. I’m embarrassed but unable to contain my arousal, it’s the Alexander effect.
“N-no. I was planning to call down for room service after I brushed my teeth.” I moan when he adds more pressure to the small nub, making my core tingle and ache. “Wait.” I try to stop him but his strength far outdoes my own when he penetrates me with first one then two thick, long fingers, making me moan at the overwhelming pleasure.
“I don’t know how you missed this about me... but I actually like our sex to be a little messy.” I see him grin before he lowers his face to nibble at my ear, causing a full body shudder while he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. “And I’ve told you before, Angel, that there is nothing that I could ever find disgusting about you. I took your virginity so this won’t be the first time I’ve had your blood on my cock.” I barely hear him talking over my erratic breathing, my orgasm building quickly with each forceful drive of his fingers inside of me. My hands go to his hair, pulling at the short strands as the pressure inside me climbs higher and higher.
“Oh, God!” My legs start trembling when he uses this thumb to circle my bundle of nerves.
“Let go, baby.” He rasps into my ear. “Let me feel what only I can do to you.” I fall hard and fast over the ledge, my brain numbing with the white, hot pleasure of my climax. Alexander continues with light pressure, milking every last ounce of satisfaction from my liquidated body as I come back down.
“I think I might need to take another shower.” I lean on him heavily, feeling his body shake with his quiet laugh while he holds me against his still sweaty torso. I breath him in, loving the mix of clean sweat, soap and his natural earthy scent, he’s never worn cologne to my knowledge but he always smells mouthwateringly edible.
“Like I said, you should have waited for me.” He smarts off, sounding overly smug with himself as he quickly removes his sweatpants, socks and shoes.
My eyes take in every millimeter of his body, soaking up and re-memorizing every dip, valley and scar that it has to offer. His straining erection stands out proudly, large and thick, the tip glistening with a pearl of moisture that has saliva pooling in my mouth.
“You’re so beautiful.” I say in awe of him. He grins confidently but doesn’t speak as he lifts me with an arm under my butt and carries me into the shower stall. I quickly put my still wet hair into a messy bun after he sets me down to turn the water on.
“Get over here.” He leans his back against the wall casually but the look in his eyes is nothing less than predatory, my legs feel like jelly as I walk to him. He wastes no time, sliding his hands down to grab my butt cheeks, squeezing the rounded globes as he lifts me, my legs go around his narrow hips as he widens his stance slightly to help keep me in place. I wrap my arms around his head, aligning my face with his so that I can watch him as he takes his pleasure from my body. His smile is wicked as he lines his hardness up with my entrance, making me gasp at the burning stretch of him inside me, he’s slow as he lowers me down until he is completely immersed. “Fuck.” He growls from within his chest, making me grow even more wet for him.
“You feel so good.” I breathe, arching so I can take him as deeply as possible. He lifts me until just the head of him is poised at my opening then lowers me all the way back down again, making me moan at the exquisite feeling. He does it again and again, a little faster with each delectable stroke, hitting the sensitive place inside of me that he always knows how to find. “Faster.” I plead, so close to detonation that it’s almost painful.
“Faster?” His lips turn up at the corners teasingly. “What about harder? You want it faster and harder, Angel?”
“Yes. Please.” I beg. He does as I ask, his muscled arms working me up then slamming me back down so hard that I’m seeing stars...
“You love my big cock pummeling your little pussy?” He rasps, picking up the pace even more and causing my entire body to quiver with intense pleasure.
“Yes, Alexander.” I moan as he shoves himself deeper, stretching and battering me from within. I try to hold back but I can’t stop the piercing cry from leaving my lips as my release hits me like a train, the world falls away as colors explode across my vision in violent waves. Alexander follows after a few more hard strokes, groaning as he climaxes inside of me, the warmth of his come filling me up and prolonging my own orgasm.
“I love you.” I pant in his face, kissing his stubbled cheeks then his lips.
“I love you too, Angel.” He smiles, barely out of breath. “Do your cramps still get pretty bad? I can run to the store down the street and get you some painkillers.” Oh god, I had almost forgotten. I try to untangle my limbs from around him but he holds me in place. “What?”
“Nothing.” I sigh when he gives me his impatient look. “You’re probably bloody... from me.” I tell him quietly.
“I don’t care.” His brown eyes pierce mine when I scoff in disbelief. “How can I say it so that you understand?” His brow furrows. “Allyanna, you could sit on my face right now and it wouldn’t bother-”
“Stop!” I slap my hand over his mouth, my face probably showing the absolute horror that I feel at his statement. He laughs behind my hand, an actual full bodied laugh that shakes me with it. “What are you laughing at? That was disgusting and just plain wrong!” He continues to laugh but sets me on my feet after I remove my hand. His face comes to mine, close enough that our lips are touching and he licks across my lower lip before answering.
“There is nothing between us that could ever be wrong, baby. Nothing of yours is off limits to me and if you ever try to deny me access to your body again, I will show you just how serious I am about that fact.” He pecks me once before backing away to grab the body wash. Why does that turn me on? What is so wrong with me that I enjoy that he believes that there are no limits between us and that he has access to me whenever he feels like it?
“What would you do?” I can’t help but push.
“If you denied me?” He asks for clarity, his dark eyes narrowing.
“Yes, what would you do if I told you that you couldn’t have me?” I’m playing with fire. He huffs out a laugh but I see zero humor in his eyes, they actually darken if that is possible. Sinister.
“I think a better question is... what wouldn’t I do?” His voice is dangerous, dark... and seductive. I gulp and press my thighs together when my lower belly starts to burn all over again, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Alexander, he smiles devilishly but doesn’t comment as he turns away to wash. “Wash up then make a list of what kinds of pads or tampons you like to use, I’ll make a run while you get ready.”
“Ready for what?” I question as I watch him soap his gorgeous body, the suds running down his muscular body entrancing me. He’s done within moments, depriving me of the show way too soon.
“It’s a surprise. Dress warm.” He slaps my bum as he walks out so I can get cleaned up.
My phone rings just as I finish getting dressed, the sound almost sounding foreign since hardly anyone has texted or called since Alexander has been back in my life. I pick it up off of the nightstand when I see that it’s mine and Molly’s dorm number.
“Hey, Moll.” I answer, smoothing my hands down the front of my teal tied sweater dress.
“Uh, hey.” She laughs uncomfortably. “Your dad is here... at the dorms. Your very pissed off dad.” She whispers the last part as if she’s afraid to anger him further. Why would dad be pissed?
“Oh, okay... he’s there with you now?” I ask.
“Yeah... I’ll-” I hear a ruffling of sound, interrupting what she was saying.
“Ally? Ally is that you?” Dad’s frantic words come through the phone.
“Yeah, dad, it’s me. What’s going on? Did something happen?” I’m panicked, worried someone was hurt. Why didn’t he just call my phone?
“Oh, thank god.” He sounds beyond relieved. “Where are you at? I’ve been worried sick, Ally! Is that bastard with you? I’m going to kill him, I swear to god, I am going to kill him! Does he think-”
“Wait, what are you talking about? I’m at a hotel, dad. Alexander told me that he called you guys.” I cut him off, extremely confused by his upset.
“Oh, he called us alright.” His sarcasm comes through. “He told us to leave the two of you alone for a while, he told me that I couldn’t speak to my own daughter! Can you believe that? My own daughter! Your Mom told me to just leave it be, to let the two of you get reacquainted but I already lost you once, Ally. I’ll never let someone tell me I can’t talk to my daughter. My own daughter!” He rambles on, more angered with each word. I can picture him in my head, red faced and spitting mad.
“Why didn’t you just call my phone?” I ask, bewildered that he would go to the dorms but not just call me.
“Ha! I did! I called and I texted for days!” He yells, making me cringe. He’s not someone who becomes angered very often but when he does it’s explosive and extremely difficult to get him to cool off.
“Dad, you need to calm down, you're going to give yourself a heart attack. I’ll come to the dorm after Alexander gets back and we can get this-” The phone is ripped from my hand before I can finish, startled I turn to watch as Alexander puts the phone to his ear. I didn’t even hear him come back to the room.
“Mike, we talked about this already.” Calm and composed, he hands me a plastic bag and nods toward the bathroom. I take it automatically but stand there in confusion and shock at his audacity. “No.” I can’t hear what’s being said on the other end but I do hear my father yelling once again. “Yes, and I told you that Allyanna and I needed some time without outside influences... no... yes… fine, is May with you? Alright, both of you can meet us at our hotel restaurant in an hour, we are staying at The Grand.” He hangs up, tossing my phone carelessly onto the bed then raising his brows at my frozen form.
“What was that?” I ask after a few moments of us just staring at one another. Apparently he isn't going to volunteer information.
“That was your father being difficult. I really like that dress.” He looks me up and down, his pupils dilating with lust as he takes me in.
“He said that he has been trying to call...” I probe, not letting him distract me with his heated stare.
“And I had told him not to.” He grabs the plastic bag from my hand, not at all concerned by the scathing look that I give him as he walks to the bathroom, me quick on his heels.
“What did you do, Alexander?” I ask his back as he unloads my supplies, becoming angrier with each question. He did something to stop them from contacting me, I know it.
“I did what I had to do, Allyanna.” He answers in his relaxed, irritatingly carefree way.
“What is it, exactly, that you think that you had to do?” I grind out, earning me his narrowed eyes but I am beyond caring at the moment.
“I blocked their texts and calls.” His unrepentant answer makes me see red, and I slap him across the face before I even realize what I’m doing. He closes his eyes for a moment, a small smile touching his lips as he turns his face back towards mine. I know before he even says anything that I made a mistake, you don’t hit a man like Alexander without repercussions. “Mmm… if you wanted it rough, baby, all you needed to do was say so.” My anger quickly melts away as panic takes over, instinct forces me to turn and run as fast as my legs will carry me, almost making it to the door before an arm envelopes my waist and I am hoisted up, carried toward the sitting area and tossed onto the couch effortlessly. My hands come up, warding him off but it only makes him chuckle darkly as he grabs my wrists in one large hand.
“Alexander, stop! I-I’m sorry!” I plead as he unzips his dark jeans one-handed and pulls out his raging erection. “Alexa-”
“Put your legs over the back of the sofa.” He interrupts, his voice is dark, cautioning me not to argue right now. I quickly do as he asks, heeding that warning, he then maneuvers me so that my neck and head are hanging upside down. “You should probably make this good, Angel… your parents will be here in about 45 minutes.” He swipes his glistening head across my lips, my mouth opens for him automatically and he shoves himself inside. Fast and hard, he pummels my throat. I take him as best as I can, opening my throat for his use, knowing that I deserve this for slapping him. I shouldn’t have done it, there is no excuse for hurting him but I hadn’t been thinking clearly. Instead of slapping me back like I deserve he’s taking it out on me in a way that he knows I find arousing. I’m getting wet, my loins physically aching for him to touch me where I need him to, but I know he won’t and that is my real punishment. He’s satisfying something within both of us by getting me back this way. Are we both sick? He loves this and I crave it, so is it still wrong?
He’s merciless in his assault, my throat and jaw ache and all of the blood has rushed to my head by the time his low groan sounds out, I swallow it all, not spilling a drop even as he continues thrusting slowly. I’m completely breathless when he pulls away from me, his upside down form looming over me as he puts his still semi hard penis back into his jeans and zips them up. I sit up slowly as he walks toward the bathroom, coming back moments later with a wet washcloth that he uses to gently wipe my face clean. I catch his eyes, forcing myself to hold them and not look away.
“I’m sorry that I slapped you.” I croak, my throat sore. I’m ashamed of myself when I see the red handprint on his face. He searches my eyes then grabs my hand –the one that hurt him- bringing it to his lips to kiss my palm.
“I’m sure it hurt your hand a lot more than it did my face.” Dry amusement tips the corners of his lips as he intertwines our fingers. It actually did hurt. A lot. “Are you ready to talk now or do you want to get a few more slaps in?” He raises a brow.
“Why did you block their calls?” I ask instead of answering. I may be feeling guilty but he was still in the wrong for cutting them off from me. He sighs and looks down at our hands before answering.
“I wanted to have you all to myself for a little while.” He answers softly.
“You do!” I tell him vehemently. “I’m yours Alexander, my family had-”
“Your family had you all to themselves for five years.” He cuts me off, standing he runs his hands through his hair, looking frustrated. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to let you go, Ally. No idea. The thought that they might be trying to turn you against me or you being happier with them than me ran through my mind constantly. I didn’t know what I would find when I came back to you, I was..”
“You were jealous.” I finish for him. He sighs but doesn’t deny it. “Of my family, Alexander?” I ask incredulously.
“I’m jealous of anyone who ever has your attention.” His brow scrunches, and he laughs without humor. “Anyone or anything that takes your eyes or your thoughts off of me feels like a threat, a barrier between us.” He huffs out a breath, looking confused by his own thoughts. “I want you all to myself.” He finishes softly, pleadingly. I stand, walking the few short steps that separate us so that he can look into my eyes and see the truth.
“You’re crazy. One hundred percent certifiably insane if you think anything takes my thoughts away from you. My family and friends were never your enemy, if anything they encouraged me to have hope that we would be together again. There were days of complete darkness that I didn’t want to leave my bed but my Mom would tell me that you would be disappointed so I would get up and live the life that you had allowed me to have, the life that you risked yours for.” I take a breath, searching his eyes but he looks skeptical so I continue. “My sister listened for hours and hours while I cried for you, my brother told me to have faith, Molly hugged me after I would wake up crying. Nobody has ever told me I was crazy for holding on to you so tightly, no one ever told me to just give up and let you go or to move on. I don’t know if I could have gone on with my life without their motivation and support... so trust me when I tell you that they were your greatest allies. Nobody ever tried to stand between us.”
“Your dad-” he starts but I interrupt.
“My dad wants to be able to speak to his daughter after he lost her for so many years, he has that right, Alexander, but he is not against you.” I tell him firmly.
“I hope you’re right. I won’t let him get between us, Angel… nobody comes between us.” The possessive gleam in his eyes should scare me, it would definitely scare a normal woman but I’m not a normal woman. I’m Alexander’s.